Jason can't remember the last time he truly enjoyed playing sports; probably back when they were both twelve and still playing baseball. Back when he was only vaguely aware of his father's plans for him and his mother's hopes for Nadia. Now, Jason only keeps up with sports as a means to protect himself: both from his father's increasing ire at his small acts of misbehavior (God he still remembers that conversation after he quit the golf time; the words are bruised on his skin just as much as the welts had been) and to keep the world from doubting in his well-crafted image. At least, in the aggressive state of sports, Jason can release some of the tension and turmoils overwhelming him.
In regards to school, if Jason thinks about it, he finds himself happiest in English class. People assume he endures the humanities and prefers the sciences, but the truth of it is, Jason enjoys reading books for class, and outside of it. He relishes losing himself in worlds outside of this one and the way words make him smile. Writing papers comes easiest to Jason when he's writing for his English classes. Sitting in them, he feels almost as content as he does when he's alone with Peter. And Jason knows Peter knows how much English and the humanities mean to him. He remembers Peter asking him to audition for the musical and he remembers shutting him down, even as he yearned to do so. Drama and English are so very closely interwoven, much in the same way he and Peter are now.
"Because they're idiots," Jason tells him, noticing how Peter averts his gaze. "And they can't see how brilliant you are. Peter, I'm sure you'll get the lead role this time. I know you will." He leans in to kiss him again, slowly and softly. He knows about the drama department failings from both Peter and Nadia, who has her own grievances with it as well. "You're going to shine so bright in college," he almost whispers to Peter, as he tries not to dwell on the inevitable fact of how much he will diminish in college in his turn.
"Oh, really? I had no idea," Jason says in a sing-song voice, feigning innocence. And then Peter's hand is trailing down his chest, and his breath catches in his throat. Amazing how a simple touch can make him come so undone. "I'm glad to be of service to your inspiration. Does that make me your muse?" His voice comes out a little breathless.
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In regards to school, if Jason thinks about it, he finds himself happiest in English class. People assume he endures the humanities and prefers the sciences, but the truth of it is, Jason enjoys reading books for class, and outside of it. He relishes losing himself in worlds outside of this one and the way words make him smile. Writing papers comes easiest to Jason when he's writing for his English classes. Sitting in them, he feels almost as content as he does when he's alone with Peter. And Jason knows Peter knows how much English and the humanities mean to him. He remembers Peter asking him to audition for the musical and he remembers shutting him down, even as he yearned to do so. Drama and English are so very closely interwoven, much in the same way he and Peter are now.
"Because they're idiots," Jason tells him, noticing how Peter averts his gaze. "And they can't see how brilliant you are. Peter, I'm sure you'll get the lead role this time. I know you will." He leans in to kiss him again, slowly and softly. He knows about the drama department failings from both Peter and Nadia, who has her own grievances with it as well. "You're going to shine so bright in college," he almost whispers to Peter, as he tries not to dwell on the inevitable fact of how much he will diminish in college in his turn.
"Oh, really? I had no idea," Jason says in a sing-song voice, feigning innocence. And then Peter's hand is trailing down his chest, and his breath catches in his throat. Amazing how a simple touch can make him come so undone. "I'm glad to be of service to your inspiration. Does that make me your muse?" His voice comes out a little breathless.